Can't forget about the food! Best chowder I've ever had (next to Pop's) has to be from Lobster Cove in York, hands down the best.
Morgan is all about the corn on the cob.
Saying Morgan loves the beach is and understatement. He couldn't get enough and bounced back and forth from playing in the surf, to playing in the sand, no time to sit still.
He was taken out by a few and went under, but always popped right back up with laughter.
These next few images take me back to the days when my family would vacation for a week in Hampton Beach. Watching Morgan play and laugh in the surf reminded me of my Pops when he and all my brothers and sisters would laugh so hard at someone being taken out by a wave, that we'd end up choking on sea water. Dad always laughed the loudest and hardest and it was contagious.
As Morgan, Christin and I played in the waves, I could faintly hear that familiar laughter from my childhood echoing as each wave broke. Wherever you are Pops, I hope the Sun is shining and waves are wicked huge.
I take that back, Morgan did sit still for one thing;
Being cool and eating Doritos.
York's Wild Kingdom is no San Diego Zoo or Animal Park, but we still enjoyed ourselves, it's all about the memories.
Morgan working his charm on the ladies, not sure where he gets that from.
He wasn't too keen on riding the kiddie rides all by himself and by the time we got the merry go round, he just kind of had this Ho-Hum look on his face...
...but Momma always finds a way to make things all better.
Final day at the beach was a cloudy cool one. Morgan didn't seem to care though, Christin read and we played in the waves for one last time.
